Hikigaya's Inner World of Spring

Hachiman Hikigaya had absolutely no desire to step inside the Sawamura household.

Yet, Sayuri Sawamura was overly enthusiastic.

She even linked arms with him in a rather familiar way.

Hachiman froze.

In the end, he had no choice but to follow her in, stiffly muttering a polite "Sorry for intruding."

"Eriri just went to take a shower. I'm so sorry to trouble you, but could you wait for a little while? Please, make yourself comfortable."

"Oh… sure."

Hachiman nodded nervously, glancing instinctively at Sayuri, who was casually wrapped in a bath towel.

Like mother, like daughter.

Morning baths must run in the family.

He sat down obediently.

Sayuri, meanwhile, was rummaging through the fridge, grumbling:

"Sigh, Hachiman-kun, you're so mean. Why would you lie to me? Talking about Hayama… You had me fooled!"

"Uh… I-I'm sorry."

Hachiman gave a sheepish laugh, fumbling for an excuse.

"I was just joking around…"

"A joke, huh? Hehe, well… as long as the misunderstanding's cleared up."

Sayuri smiled, pulling out a bottle of champagne from the fridge.

"How about some champagne, Hachikun~?"

Her voice is so… suggestive!

Why are all these moms so different? How is Sayuri nothing like the gentle and demure Mrs. Yuigahama?!

"Cough!"

Hachiman quickly declined.

"Mrs. Sawamura, I'm still a student. I don't drink alcohol."

"Mrs.?"

Sayuri raised her brows, clearly displeased.

"Hachiman-kun, do I look that old to you?"

"Uh… well…"

"Call me 'big sister.'"

"Huh?!"

He and Eriri were the same age. Calling her mom "big sister" was absurd!

Still…

Sayuri Sawamura didn't look her age at all.

Her mature, charming features were flawless—no signs of crow's feet, no wrinkles. Standing next to Eriri, one could easily mistake them for sisters.

"B-big sister…" Hachiman reluctantly complied, sighing inwardly.

"My, my, Hachiman-kun is so obedient!"

Sayuri blinked in surprise, her eyes sparkling mischievously.

"Well then, dear little brother Hachiman, what flavor of champagne would you like?"

"I already said I don't drink!"

"Hehe~"

Sayuri chuckled and finally pulled out a bottle of juice instead.

"Guys should get used to drinking! Someday, you'll have to anyway, Hachiman-kun."

She poured him a glass, still smiling.

Hachiman, on the surface, remained calm and polite, but inwardly he was on high alert.

Eriri might be a bit of an airhead…

But her mom? Definitely operating on a whole different level.

Dangerous.

He smelled a whiff of "final boss energy" from her.

From the kitchen, she brought a full glass of juice and offered it to him.

"Hachiman-kun, here you go. Have a sip."

"Uh…"

This glass is so full… Do I really have to drink it?

"Thanks."

He reached for the glass.

Just then—

Sayuri's soft, pale hand "accidentally" brushed against his.

"Ah!"

Hachiman flinched on instinct.

Splash!

The juice spilled.

The glass fell to the ground.

"Ahhh~!"

Sayuri let out a startled cry.

But it wasn't the broken glass that startled her.

The juice had splashed all over her legs. The cold liquid made her shiver.

"Mom?!"

Eriri's voice called out from the bathroom.

"Don't worry, sweetie!" Sayuri responded. "I just spilled some juice while handing it to Hachiman-kun. You keep enjoying your shower."

"Geez, Mom! Be more careful!"

"Yes, yes~"

Once she pacified her daughter, Sayuri looked down at her juice-soaked thighs with a hint of frustration.

"My apologies. It's my fault. If I hadn't pulled my hand away…"

Hachiman quickly apologized, offering her some tissues.

Sayuri stared at him for a moment, then chuckled softly.

"It's fine. I can just wash it off later. But for now… I'd appreciate it if Hachiman-kun could help me clean up. What do you think?"

"Eh?"

"You don't mind, right, Hachikun~?"

Sayuri sat on the sofa, raising her leg slightly as if to signal him.

"Uh… okay."

Since he had caused the mess, Hachiman reluctantly knelt in front of her, holding a tissue.

Faced with her slender, juice-stained thighs, he couldn't help but take a deep breath.

Memories of Mrs. Yuigahama flashed in his mind.

Last time, at the Yuigahama house, she accidentally spilled juice on herself, and he had ended up being the one wiped clean.

But this time…

The tables had turned.

"Hachiman-kun, stop staring at my legs…"

"Oh! I-I'll start wiping now!"

Hachiman frantically began dabbing at her leg with the tissue.

"Hmm! It's not coming off…"

"Maybe a wet wipe would work better."

"No~"

Sayuri smiled teasingly and shook her head.

"There's a method even better than wet wipes!"

"...What is it?"

"Ahem. That would be… using Hachiman-kun's…"

Sayuri giggled and suddenly cupped his face, pulling him closer to her thigh.

"?!?!?"

Hachiman's eyes widened in shock, his mind blanking.

What's going on?!

Soft. Sweet. Cotton candy?

Wait, no!

This isn't the point!

The point is… WHAT IS MRS. SAWAMURA DOING?!

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Meanwhile, at home, Yukinoshita Yukino was lazily sprawled across her bed.

But when she received the system's update, her body jolted slightly.

"Huh? That's unexpected. They didn't kiss this time? Instead, it's… forced thigh contact?"

She had been monitoring Hachiman's situation closely.

Thanks to this, she was fully aware of his recent interaction with Sayuri Sawamura.

To her surprise, Sayuri—the older sister of Eriri—had proven to be far more valuable for points than Eriri herself.

Initially, Yukino hadn't planned to use the Forced Intimate Card.

After all, Eriri wasn't exactly worth it, and she wanted to save the card for Miura later in the afternoon.

But now…

The opportunity was too good to pass up.

Sayuri's "point value" was just too high!

"If not now, then when?"

With a sly smile, Yukino murmured to herself, "I hope you two can… spark a little something more."

Her actions, of course, were not out of jealousy.

No.

This was all for the sake of rescuing her beloved Hachiman.

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